Sunday, May 13, 2007
Ahh, Mother's Day
Just when I thought Kentucky Derby day was my favorite of the year, it has competition: Mother's Day.
I was awakened by the sounds of clattering in the kitchen. My wonderful Wyatt was downstairs preparing me breakfast. He brought up peanut butter toast and a bagel on a tray -- breakfast in bed! He said he tried to make me lemonade, but that the seeds kept falling in the glass, and when I asked him why he didn't fish them out with his fingers, he said "Well, you tell us not to touch other people's food." Got it. I explained some exceptions and other alternatives. But I was so touched. We chatted and I ate my delicious toast, and then everyone else woke up and swiftly tried to scam my bagel.
Harry: "A doughnut!"
Lucky: "Sniff sniff, sniff sniff sniff!"
Me: "Back off!"
Troy brought me a hot cappuccino with half a flower in it (cappuccino art IV, no camera), and then I was showered with cards (one with some fine penmanship from Griffin) and books and a giant phalaenopsis and -- best of all -- an abundance of affection.
And then I was left to lounge in my jammies and quietly read, snack, email friends, watch a little tv, and host sporadic pop-in visits from my sons, while Troy cleaned the kitchen and supervised everything.
Posted by Lisa at 1:47 PM